~What in the Hell?~

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

~ Long Weekend ~

Wasn't long enough for me to recouperate. I'm still pretty freaking tired from all of the selling preparation that I did this weekend.

I rented a POD to put my holiday stuff, fabric and camping stuff in. Amazing how much JUNK I've managed to accumulate over the years.

The POD came on Friday before 8am (thankfully, I was up and dressed and had finished walking the dog). As soon as it came and was situated, I started loading it. It took me four days to load the thing up. I just did a few trips at a time because it was so freaking COLD the entire weekend and I didn't want to start sweating too much and have it freeze. Ugh. I hate that.

So now my place looks like nobody lives there. It rather sucks. And I can't start any new projects because I'd have to put them up. And I still need to mop the kitchen and that sort of cleaning stuff. But at least the BIG stuff is done. And my poor old bones can rest somewhat.

I ran a bunch of my plants home to mom until we get a new place. (The realtor told me that I can't be having a jungle growing if I wanted to sell it. So I took a bunch of them to mom who promptly freaked out).

And here's how a typical conversation goes:

I let The Creature out into the back yard. The TV is on in the background. Mom and I are talking.

Mom: "That 'possum is back. I saw it on the porch last night. (The Creature) went crazy when he saw it and wanted me to let him out but I didn't."

Me: "I'll bet that's why he wanted out just now - to see if he could find the thing. I thought dad trapped it and got rid of it?"

Mom: "I did, too, but it must be another one. I know it's gotten up under the porch because the dog keeps trying to get under there after it."

Me: (Looking out the door to see where the dog is - he's sniffing around the porch looking for the 'possum) "Do you want me to fix that lattice work under (the porch)?"

Mom: (exasperated voice) "I can't wait until he gets in!"

Me: "The dog? He's just going to want out again until he corners the damned thing."

Mom: "No. Obama! I'm so sick of this inaguration crap I could scream!"

I just look at her like "WTF?" One minute we're talking about the dog trying to corner a 'possum under the porch and in the blink of an eye she's changed the subject to the presidential inaguration. (Apparently an ad for the local TV stations coverage came on and distracted her in the middle of the 'possum conversation).

I never did fix the lattice work under the porch. I say shoot the damned 'possum (the vermin) THEN fix the porch. That old geezer dog doesn't have any teeth to bite anything let alone take on a 'possum.

So this past weekend was long and very busy. I kept mentally thanking my skating coaches over the years for the strength I've built up in my legs. Let me tell you carrying stuff down those flights of stairs would have put a MAJOR hurt on my legs if they weren't so strong. They never felt weak or tired - just a little sore. Even my back held up (which surprised the HELL out of me! I figured it would be the first thing to give out) but it was my hands that said, "no more". They don't like the cold anyway and gripping a paint brush for a week then hauling stuff was more than they cared for. By Monday morning, most of my grip strength was gone. Mercifully, there wasn't much to grip - just stuff to hang off my forearms and carry.

Oh, speaking of my skaters legs - last week at practice I tried my double flip! Yay! I've been threatening to do this for a while and I just never asked my pro if I could try it. Of course, I could have tried it on my own, but then I wouldn't know if I was doing something wrong (I wasn't sure if I could feel it like I can on a single).

But, hey, what do you know? It feels the same! More or less. The turn, takeoff and stand up are exactly the same thing. I started trying too hard near the end which was bogus but at least I know I can get the rotation I just need to hold myself in longer and push off of my front leg more.

Not scary at all. Not even second-thought worthy. Not at all like the HATED Axel. Or those other stupid edge-shift weight in mid-air nonsense people call double jumps. Double toe, double sal I'm talking to YOU!

When I attempt an Axel I really have to psych myself up for it and THINK about shifting my weight. But a double flip - bah. Just up and in. Not at all scary - you go into it ass first! How could leading with the most well-padded part of my body be scary?

So I am well-pleased with this development. I will have to work on this in my spare time now that I know what it feels like and that I can tell what I'm doing wrong.

Oh, another bit of news - my non-stop yakking co-worker has gotten a new job. Now maybe there will be some QUIET around here so I can enjoy my Ministry of Sound (which has changed their format). And I won't have to fight anybody for the lab equipment.

Not like he does any work anyway - he just SAYS he's going to so I won't use the equipment then he "forgets" to use it. No more. I don't even ask him if he needs any of the equpiment, I just run my stuff and the hell with him. He can't plan and it ain't my problem.

So there.

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 2:10 PM

Monday, January 12, 2009

~ Molly McButter-butt Sez ~

It has been a little over a month since I moved to my "furever" home with my new Big Dog. I like it here because there are a lot of people to watch and things to smell.

I love sitting in front of the glass door and watching everyone come and go. Sometimes I bark and sometimes I just lay in the sun and sleep.

Everyday Big Dog takes me for a walk early in the morning. We see people leaving for work and I like to watch them get into their cars and drive away. I like going for rides in the car (as long as I don't end up at the vet!). A few times Big Dog has scooped me up because I'm standing in the road looking when I should be moving out of the way. She tells me to hurry but sometimes I don't hurry fast enough because I want to see what's going on.

It's hard to see everything when you're so low to the ground. But I can certainly smell everything! That is my second most favorite thing to do - walk all over the neighborhood snuffling and peeing on the world! I fill up with lots of water before we go out so I don't run out of territorial marking fluid.

Every blade of grass, every leaf, every pillar, post and every discarded item must be thoroughly inspected for signs of other dogs. When I find something I really like, I will grunt and wag my tail and smell it until I can't smells it no more! Then I move on to the next thing.

Big Dog lets me stay out as long as I want most of the time (unless she gets hungry and I'm always ready to eat!). We even run when I want to run! I like to run but not very far - I'm not young anymore, you know! I can't wait for spring so I can stay out a really long time and walk to more places since it will be warm and my feet won't get too cold. Maybe I'll even feel like running more!

(Big Dog keeps asking me if I would like a yard - one like The Creature has to run in. Well, of course I would but I still want to go for walks so I can pee on the rest of the world!) She must be planning something because all of my hiding places have moved around and it's hard for me to find things now. Some things have actually come crashing down and it scares me - I don't know why Big Dog could be making so much of a mess and if that has anything to do with me getting my own yard.

So I just watch Big Dog from a safe place and wait to see what will happen next. When it is getting close to grub time, she will go into the kitchen and rattle around. Then I go sit at the door and wait. I know when it's eating time!

After she eats, she will fix me a plate (my favorite thing is scrambled eggs with some cheese!) and ask, "Molly hungry?" Well YES!

When I am done, I always ask for more. Like I said, I love scrambled eggs and anything with cheese!

After we eat and Big Dog does her Big Dog things, she will sit in the Big Chair and lift me up next to her. Then she will pet me and rub my belly until I go to sleep. Sometimes she cleans out my eyes or the fold of my nose (I don't like that much at all!) and sometimes she kisses me and talks to me (which I like better). But always there is a lot of ear scratching and belly rubbing.

At night, I like to lay by the door and make sure nobody is moving around outside. If I hear anyone I will give a soft bark. Sometimes I hear lots of people and those small people that I don't like so I will bark loud at them. Then Big Dog will yell "Quiet!" (that means she is trying to sleep. What does she do all day if not sleep and take care of me?)

Most of the time, I will stop barking but sometimes it's just so hard - especially when other dogs answer. Usually the people will go away and I will quiet down.

A few times Big Dog has come for me and put me in my bed that is next to hers. I know she's trying to really sleep then so I will be quiet and go to sleep, too. But I'm always on the alert for someone knocking at the door!

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 9:46 AM

Monday, January 05, 2009

~ Permit Me To Rant ~

Yes, already.

Hey Vegasm - send me an email woman! I miss you!

So everyone is back in the office on the road. Nobody apparently took driving lessons while they were off over the holiday. Idiots in SUV's cutting people off as they try to swill their overpriced latte and yap on the cell phone while driving. These people should be hauled out of their vehicles and publicly FLOGGED for each infraction.

HANG THE FUCK UP AND DRIVE YOU IDIOTS!!

Then I get into work and the unwashed masses are insistent on backing into parking spaces. Why? WTF is the POINT of this? To hold everyone else up? To hit as many cars as possible as you try to park? Stop it. Just stop.

And my *wonderful* office mate who yaps incessantly (sort of like that min-pin next door) is at it. He's been coughing out a lung since OCTOBER (no, I'm not kidding. I'm tempted to call the CDC and see if he's got TB or something) and still REFUSES to go to the doctor.

So he's in coughing up a lung (and he won't stop smoking, either) and complaining about how bad he feels. I just want to kick his useless ass into next week so I don't have to listen to him anymore.

He's spent the entire morning on the phone with his wife (she calls 4-5 times a day). When he's not on the phone with her, he's hacking up a lung. I will be glad when he finally moves to a new job. He seriously gets on my nerves.

I don't suffer fools very well. I don't think I would mind this douchebag so much but he just talks incessantly and never says anything. He has to butt into every conversation and just talk without adding any insight or help. A busybody. Just like the dog. (The dog has an excuse, tho - she's in the house all day).

Yesterday I went skating for the first time since Christmas (the ice time was all messed up and since I worked I couldn't skate - totally bogus!). And NOBODY wants to skate on public ice after Christmas. That's just pointless. It's full of wall-clutchers and crazoids. It's best avoided for one's safety AND sanity.

Man, am I pathetically out of shape and weak! But at least I went and I know I need to start lifting weights again. I can't believe how lame I was. I did all of my jumps, moves and spins but it HURT!!! And today my poor neck is like smashed down into my shoulder and it hurts.

I took a belly-smacker into the ice (I caught my toe-pick) and landed right on my boob (which now hurts) but at least it wasn't my chin or my hands. And it's padded so it could have been worse.

Obviously, I'm going to have to get my sorry ass onto the ice more often. And now that the ice time has changed up, that should be possible. Well, until that whole "move" thing goes down, anyway.

But that's the subject of another post and I'll get to that later.

McButter Butt-Monkey Face dog is doing ok. She's quite warm and I like to put her on my lap when I'm cold. She's getting quite fuzzy as her fur is coming in more and more. She didn't even bark at my brother when he came over the other day. I mean, he KNOCKED at the door and she just sat there with her tail wiggling until I opened the door and let him in.

I don't get it - she hears a door SHUT in the HALL and she wants to bark. But if someone knocks at MY door, she just wags her tail. Maybe she knew I was expecting him because I went to the door before he knocked. I dunno.

She loves ice cream, too. I figured as much. I think the both of us could use a little restraint in the food department or at least up the walks. Less snuffling around and more walking.

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 8:47 AM

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